We were up around 4:30 and me and the Kiddo ate breakfast. We began getting ready to go, and once Hubby was up, he kept rushing us ("c'mon, it's already 5am, let's go!!" kind of stuff; Man I hates when I does that...)
Of course, he's right to do it, because we WERE running behind, but still...
Stepping outside the hotel room, the weather was a lot chillier than I was expecting! I threw on a pair of tights under my Sparkle Skirt and made sure I had a set of Hot Hands (chemical hand warmers) in my jacket.
Again, like yesterday, traffic was bad once we got near the Convention Center. We randomly followed other runners to a parking garage at the Bank of America Plaza. We parked originally on the 4th floor, but saw a sign that it was reserved, so we moved up to the 6th floor - no one wants to get towed!
Hubby and his head for navigation led us to the start line for the 15k. I didn't see any waves slower than under 60 minutes (I checked later before writing this, and there weren't), so I got in Wave 4 (41-50 Minute Time). While waiting, I opened the Hot Hands and put one in my sports bra and one in my pocket. I also remembered to turn on Nike+, start my interval timer AND get the Garmin going (I'm so bad at that one...)
|Not MY wave, but it was the slowest one they had|
We headed up Platt Street Bridge before we even hit Mile 1.
|This is the biggest "Hill" of the course|
|There's even bleachers for spectators|
|Closer shot of the finish line|
|I *think* this is the Selmon Expressway Overpass?|
|Really nice sized Mile Markers!|
|"Chafing is hot. Call me" "Run Faster - I just farted" "Running takes balls. Other sports just play with them"|
|Hey, Rough Riders!|
|Yup, I'm a bead whore|
|Whoo hoo, Mile 2|
|I like that the lead car has a clock on it!|
|Worst 5k ever! Oh, this is a 15k? Crap.|
This guy had a great way of cleaning up all those empty cups; he was using a huge piece of plywood to shove them in to a huge pile!
|Mile 4! Look at all those people over THERE, though...|
Back on Bayshore, we are officially more than halfway done and passing Mile 5.
|Feelin' alive at Mile 5|
After I hung up, I also moved the second Hot Hands packet to the other side of my bra. Now I had one in each cup.
|Mile 6 back on Bayshore|
|What can I say? It's Mile 7!|
|Oooooooooh, Mile 8!|
|Please don't run me over|
A bunch of 5k folks passed us, but we made it to Mile 9! We're so close!!!
|Mile 9!! Mile 9!!|
|I can't see it from here!|
|That's a good pace!|
I was given my medal and then a bottle of water. I met up with the family again and I got a few photos taken with local "Pirates".
After decompressing for a moment, we walked to a semi-quiet area so I could change bibs and get ready for the 5k. I also changed out of my green shirt that I had been wearing to a black top with a red scarf - I was attempting to look like a pirate. It didn't work very well.
|Arrr, we're pirates|
We headed towards the start line and kind of slipped in between the fences, not even realizing that we had line-jumped about a thousand people by doing that. Oops.
|Front line of the Stroller Roll and Walk (AKA the Slow Folks)|
The kiddo took the opportunity to try her Chocolate Honey Stinger that we got at the Expo last night. I tried it, as well; I didn't like the flavor, but the texture was fine for me.
I ended up not needing my grey jacket, and after taking off, I handed it to Hubby past the start line. I felt SOOOOO bad for making him go to the car to get it and the Halo, only to not need either one...
The course is very similar, but slightly different, from the 5k.
|This Publix smelled like fried chicken and it was very unfair|
|Bitch, I'm fabulous!|
Then I saw this...
|Daniel? Are you waxing off in there?|
Well, turns out it wasn't Ralph, but the architect of the Sykes Building (in Tampa) who ran AS his building! How creative!
Before even hitting Mile 1, the Kiddo needed a pottie stop. Apparently, while waiting for me to finish the 15k, she had drank (drunk?) all of her water, but didn't have anywhere to tinkle.
|Thank you, Portable Sanitation, for the plethora of potties this weekend|
|Hey, this looks familiar|
We made it to Mile 2 with no tinkle stop.
|Already on the other side of Bayshore|
|Hey, look at this pretty island thing back there. I'm a pirate.|
The Kiddo kept complaining that she was hot, but she never took off her (my) jacket! Instead, she kept taking water and dumping it on her head. I can't fault the logic (I love doing that when it's hot), but I generally take some layers off first.
|Too hot? Step 1 - Take off JACKET!|
I let her finish first, as I always too, and judging by her MarathonFoto, she seemed pretty pleased.
|She did it!!|
|Finish Line Photo!!!!|
|15k medal on the left; 5k medal on the right. 1 more race to get 2 more medals!|
|ALL the Pirates!|
Still freaking out a bit about Ponch and his attitude, we headed back towards the Q105 After Party. Hubby, the darling that he is, thought that it was IN the same building as the Expo, so he dragged my happy ass all the way up the long flight of stairs only to discover that it was BEHIND the building.
I limped my way back downstairs to the party. Wow, it's busy here, and we weren't even AT the party yet. We grabbed a banana for the Kiddo and a semi-flat, kind of warm watered-down Coke for me (but DAMN, it was still super-tasty). Also grabbed a few Special K granola bars, but when we got to the end of that line and saw how busy the actual party was, we said screw it! It was frankly just too damn far for me.
We headed back to the parking garage, only to discover that the elevators didn't work - they only worked with a key card, which of course, we did not have.
We got lucky though, and eventually (I think we must have been at this place for 10 minutes) an elevator came DOWN so we could hop aboard without the key, and we made it to our car on the 6th floor. As we drove down, we stopped at the little building (what is that called, anyway?) to pay for the parking, but the gate opened up before I could get my credit card out, so... we'll I'm not gonna lie... I drove right outta there!
We made our way back to the lovely Ramada (happy birthday, Debra!), and hubby went directly back out to go get ice for me. The kiddo changed in the bathroom while I chilled out, then hubby came back, started me a bath and dumped in all the ice!! He's not a runner, so he doesn't know that you need to gradually ice down, not get in to a slushie. I warmed up the ice bath a bit (I had a 'chill' bath), hopped in for 10 minutes of torture, then switched over to a hot bath for another 10 minutes or so.
Bathed and dressed, we decided lunch at Wendy's sounded good. I ended up with a spicy chicken sandwich and some super fresh french fries courtesy of the lovely lady at the register, as well as a frosty.
I needed to find somewhere to walk around for a bit so that I didn't cramp up, and I recalled that there was an IKEA in Tampa. Hubby wasn't too thrilled with the idea at first (He hates Tampa, really hates Ybor and hates people who shop at IKEA.) I told him to suck it up and deal with it.
So we went to IKEA!
|"Ikea: just some oak and some pine and a handful of Norsemen"|
I was not disappointed with IKEA. We walked around the showroom part and hubby started falling in love with the store, then we got to the upstairs "stuff" part and I was in heaven! So much storage, so many pieces of furniture! It's a damn good thing we have a small car, or I would have loaded up on new lamps and storage pieces. Maybe next year.
We stopped at WaWa on the way back to the hotel and got some dinner (I think I got a quesadilla) then chilled out and got ready for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the 2nd half of my Lime Cactus Challenge - an 8k (that's about 5 miles)!